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[ There is a creature in the plaza.
Though initially it hid behind the clothing shop, it seems to be venturing out now, just slightly ... looking for an opening to sneak away.
Can this creature summon portals on its own? Xion does not understand it, this body. She has seen these things before, of course, but to BE one? It's strange and terrifying. She'd known before, when she had Sora's face, felt it, but ... hadn't that been an exception? She'd tried -- right now, she couldn't even talk. And she could feel it. This wrong face, this wrong body, not hers. The only thing that might mark her, right now, is a curious (possibly cruel) artifact the Malnosso let her keep upon her return. Around the creature's neck, on a chain, is a ring. Xion does not seem to have realized it is there. She has rather more important things on her mind, after all.
Turned into a Dusk. The one threat Xemnas always turned on his members should they become unruly. She'd known. But how... he's not here! She'd only been taken for a night at most. How could the Malnosso....
What is wrong with her?
Should you be about in the evening, you may see this creature trying to rush, twist, and dart its way back to house 14 in that odd, swaying way Dusks seem to move.
But be careful if you run into her while you're out -- she just might turn into someone else entirely. ]
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aboysface, and probably tomorrow, as I am heading to bed. |Db)
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Xion, not having yet experienced the internal transition between appearances, still feels herself to be a Dusk, and only cants her head, looking confused. ]
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But I can give you more incentive, if you need it.
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A snarl crosses Xion's face and she drops back into a fighting stance, unarmed though she is. ]
Back off!
[ .... !
Dammit, what is she now?! Suddenly uncertain, her guard falls as she hesitates between keeping her focus on him and reaching up to feel her face. ]
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So let's try this again: what are you doing?
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[ With a growl, she cuts herself off. Don't you recognize that voice, Vanitas? Maybe the violet wings, now visible? ]
Just go away, let me leave!
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Xion? Not when we finally have something interesting to talk about.
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She winces, pushing up on her hands, giving him a look that is quite stubborn and dark... but also obviously tinged by fear and something approaching panic. Of course, in the instant between falling and hitting the ground, her face and body have changed once again. ]
What gave it away, Vanitas? [ there's a mocking sound to the way she says his name, but it's obvious bravado to cover her fear. ]
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You mean besides the cowering? Your wings look a little less like candy vomit than that other girl's does.
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... wait, who do you ... [ further uncertainty. the warring desires to show a strong front before Vanitas and figure out what's happening to her are tearing her in two. ] ... who do I look like to you?
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A better question would be: why are you changing at all? Normal people don't steal faces. Not like...
us.
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Don't you dare! I'm nothing like you!
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Touchy. What've you got to be so defensive over?
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The Malnosso did something to me, okay? Who knows why they do the weird, awful things they do! Now let me go!
[ It's a pretty transparent lie, even for her. Not that the words she's saying are untrue ... but rather that she's leaving a large part of it out. Most of it her own fears. She has no real proof that this really is the result of her programming failing, making her appearance go haywire... but that is what she fears, and thus what she believes.
By the way, were you talking to Olette? No you weren't. You were talking to Kairi, instead. ]
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So the Malnosso just induced an indentity crisis? I don't buy it. They can't tamper with something that isn't already there.
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As soon as he starts to move, she edges a foot back just an inch.
In about three seconds, she's going to try to make a break for it. She's done with his questions and his mind games ... unless, of course, he stops her. ]
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Which means, you're randomly shuffling through your connections.
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My... [ She bows her head, cradling it in a hand, staring through her fingers at the ground ] Can that be right...?
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... as much as she hates to admit it, Vanitas might be one of the few people who can help her figure this out. But she can't give him too much information... ]
Speaking from experience, huh? What would you know about it? I bet you've never had anything like this happen to you. Sure, you look like Sora, but you've never looked like anyone but him.
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I only gained this face after Ventus was revived.
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Didn't he tell you? That's funny...
Ventus almost got himself killed. And as a result, his heart had to be split in two.
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[ She actually casts a look around, as if Ven might be standing there, or the scenery might offer an answer. She'd known... Ven had told her ... that Vanitas was his darkness.
But that he'd almost died? That's new. That's .... ]
... he never ... [ she shakes her head roughly ] What does that have to do with anything? With your face?
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Ventus tried to use powers he wasn't ready for, and the Darkness almost destroyed his heart, completely. To save him, his Darkness had to be removed. But, the damage had already been done.
He should've died, honestly. Except someone connected to his heart, and healed what remained.
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It's Vanitas. There's no way she can take his word. But it does fit what Ven told her... but why didn't he tell her the rest? Why not the truth?
No, no. No! This is what Vanitas does. He plants doubt, and tries to ruin friendships and sow darkness and hate everywhere he goes and... and he'd been right, about Roxas.
With a noise of frustration she tears herself out of her internal struggle and shakes her head violently. She needs to focus on his words. Especially since...
... especially since ...
... they're starting to make a certain kind of ... sense. She goes quite still, suddenly. Her eyes, concentrated until now on the ground, flick up to his face. That oh so familiar face.
Someone connected to his heart... no. No, it can't be. She has to ask. Maybe Vanitas is bluffing. Maybe this is all some ... some sick joke ... ]
... someone?
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